And so it was and so it is that the best is yet to come.
The best is always yet to come.
Motherhood is always mingled with darkness and light. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
My children have seen me at my mountain top best and my rock bottom worst. I have muddled my way through motherhood, making mistakes, overreacting, under-reacting, discovering the many sides of myself. But no matter the mistakes I made, my children beckoned me into their lives and loved me unconditionally.
For me, loving my children unconditionally was as involuntary as breathing. I adore them all, but beyond that I like them. And I feel the same about their chosen partners.
The interplay between them is amicable and hilarious, a little bit jabbing, and a lot bit loving. They know one another’s weaknesses and strengths. They play on them and lean into them as well.
The particular intensity of motherhood has not been lost on me. And now I get to enjoy the fruits of all those years as I watch my beautiful children begin to raise their own families. Grandparenting is the best of all worlds.
So you see? The best is always yet to come! I can’t wait to see what comes next!
Walking in to Walmart that hot summer day I wondered if everyone knew I wondered if everyone saw the marks of motherhood on my body.
I am a mom. A mom.
Surreal and hyper real.
Like no sleep in days dripping faucet breasts real.
Like can’t sit down without a pillow real.
Like worried sick I’ll do the wrong thing real.
Like a tiny human now totally dependent on me for survival real.
I wondered in that moment what our life would be like— I wondered who that tiny human would become.
Today I look down at my body forever changed, forever marked by motherhood
I look at my grown children and their beautiful lives and their beautiful loves
I look at my Little Wonder growing up too quickly wise beyond his years
and I know the answer:
the best was yet to come.
—A Draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
Happy Mother’s Day to you and your mothers. Even if you aren’t a mother, you made someone a mother so YAY YOU!
The prompt for today was to write an “occasional” poem—a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion.
So I decided to write about a few memorable occasions. Welcome a few of my favorite memories.
Magic of Moments
I will never forget the magic of his arrival, relating not so much to the nature of life, but to the heart of love itself— a powerful catapult a dance of irrevocable joy, an electrifying connection, an explosion of love.
Like the day I saw her come my way, unfettered and underestimated, free wheeling and free thinking, unbound by convention without an ounce of pretension.
Like the moment when a thousand meteors exploded in the august sky, when wispy green fairies twirled their skirts behind the northern lights.
Like when the hawk spread his wings above our heads, leading the way into the flaming birch forest.
How can anyone not believe in magic— the humdrum, mundane everyday magic of life?
—- A Draft Poem by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
Let me know your favorite moments in the comments below.